Great poetry of George Eliot
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Poem by George Eliot

“La noche buena se viene,

La noche buena se va,

Y nosotros nos iremos

Y no volveremos mas.”

— Old Villancico.
Sweet evenings come and go, love,

They came and went of yore:

This evening of our life, love,

Shall go and come no more.
When we have passed away, love,

All things will keep their name;

But yet no life on earth, love,

With ours will be the same.
The daisies will be there, love,

The stars in heaven will shine:

I shall not feel thy wish, love,

Nor thou my hand in thine.
A better time will come, love,

And better souls be born:

I would not be the best, love,

To leave thee now forlorn.

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